Love Alarm [Based On A True Story]

Confessions

Three days later:

The sound of water droplets hitting the ceramic sink is the only noise present in the washroom as I stare at the mirror before me, gazing at the girl that gazes back at me.

Her eyes are clear, no hint of blotchiness nor are they hooded. Her lashes shade her dark black eyes, while the shadow falls on her high cheeks. Her lips are set in a straight line, sitting just right there under her nose at a perfect level. It's not discoloured, nor is it crooked. Her lips are just as any lips would be.

And yet all I can think about, was what kind of an abomination she is.

Her eyes are a little too dark. Her lids droopy. Her cheeks are much too high and there are pores visible. Her nose is crooked, and her lips are extremely thin.

She is anything but beautiful. She is ugly.

You are ugly. Said the voice in my head, making me swallow the bile that had formed in my throat.

You are too...ugly.

"Huh." I breathe out, feeling more repulsed at the sight of my teeth before finally looking away, shielding myself from my own reflection before turning the faucet on and washing my hands.

Not once do I look back at the mirror as I conclude my activities before pulling the door open and stepping out of the washroom.

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Flash back:

The walk to the third floor feels like it's endless. Like a celebrity, I'm surrounded with guards that are actually my friends. They had formed a human shield over me, as if I'm being walked to my execution and they were scared I would run away.

Perhaps I am. I'm indeed walking to my execution.

What...are you doing? Questions the voice in my head, making me internally wince. Honestly, I have no idea.

It's not too late to turn back now.

Really?

Yeah.

But I need to tell him.

No, you don't

Yes, I do.

No, you-

Yes! Yes, I do! Now focus!

Pushing my thoughts to the back of my head, I suck in a deep breath before lifting my head up and walking with confident steps as we descend the stairs.

I have no idea where the meeting will take place, or how in the first place. So, when I see Nicole standing right in front of the stairs as if awaiting my arrival, I'm... perplexed.

Why...is she alone?

If Nicole has something to say or think about the matter, she does a perfect job in hiding it behind her tight-lipped smile. She offers little to no comfort, which is understandable as she isn't my friend nor are we close. However, something about her behaviour was...behaviour feels... strange.